Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 32
Qingcheng sighed secretly in his heart, as expected of the emperor, he can handle everything so accurately in one sentence.

It's just that there are still developments in the follow-up. King Yu announced that he had abandoned Mu Qingcheng. The development of the situation was too fast, and the ministers of the court were also confused.

We can only look at the follow-up development, but King Yu's move is clearly a crime of deceiving the emperor.The emperor turned a blind eye to him, ignoring that he abandoned his concubine, and even found such a perfect excuse for him, that King Yu openly disobeyed his will, it was simply life and death.

Sure enough, Long Yan was furious and ordered to imprison King Yu. Under the power of thunder, the ministers knelt down, not daring to breathe, let alone intercede with King Yu.

King Yu was formally imprisoned. As for the crime, it was up to the emperor himself to decide.

Whether he resisted the decree, disrespected and bullied Jun Miaoshang enough to kill his head, or whether he was confused for a moment and did not intend to offend him, it was all in the emperor's mind.

Qingcheng knew in her heart that the emperor would not let King Yu have anything to do. If King Yu was sentenced to death based on this matter alone, he might be accused of cruelty and bloodthirsty.

Let Yu Wang be locked up for a few days, it has nothing to do with her.

Then I thought about it, those two servants have not come to see her since this morning, are they still stubborn?

A cold light flashed in Qingcheng's beautiful eyes, looking at the yard outside through the window in the room, only wild flowers blooming everywhere, and weeds everywhere.

There is a hundred-year-old tree in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a thick trunk, which can only be hugged by several people.

In the memory of the two lives, I have never seen this kind of book. The leaves are red, coquettish and gorgeous like blood, and the shape is similar to a maple leaf, but it is twice as big as a maple leaf.There is only a vague name for this kind of tree in memory, Xuewei.

Qingcheng stared at the tree for a long time, and there was nothing there. She only felt a kind of attraction, as if she was calling for something.

Shaking his head, he shook off that strange feeling, because he was thinking too much.

King Yu was imprisoned, but Lin Yazhu and the eldest lady were quite at ease, and did not come to trouble her.

It’s just that without Da Furen’s order, no one provided for all the food and clothing in Qingcheng. In the past, some leftovers, clothes and daily necessities were sent every day. No monthly delivery.

If it wasn't for Lin Yiqing's secret help, Mu Qingcheng would never have lived to be married.

Without food and clothing, Mu Qingcheng in the past would not say anything, but now Qingcheng will not tolerate it so easily.

There used to be a personal servant girl in the courtyard, but she had "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light" long ago and went to Lin Zhixuan, and abandoned her as the master in this dilapidated courtyard.

The setting sun printed a large cloud in the sky, which was dazzling and dazzling.

The sun sets and falls under the mountains and trees in the west, leaving only a large area of ​​beautiful sunset glow.

Qingcheng looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, and it was time for dinner, and if she didn't bring food to her, it seemed that she was going there in person.

It doesn't matter, since they have become a habit of ignoring her, she might as well change this habit and get rid of this bad habit.

Walking out of the yard under the setting sun, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions along the way, rockery and flowing water, surrounded by flowers and plants, with a fragrant fragrance, the prime minister's mansion is indeed rich.

Qingcheng is still moving forward with a veil, with a leisurely posture and elegant steps, but there is always a cool and thin atmosphere.

Murong Yan sat in the gazebo, Xiao Lizi stood behind, listened to his orders, and two guards stood aside, meticulously paying attention to the movements around him.The view of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not inferior to the back garden, where the cool breeze blows through the surroundings of the gazebo, lifting the silver-white belt around the waist.The sky is full of sunset glow, which paints the close-up with a faint crimson color.

(End of this chapter)